Released (Aphotic)

Caustic fluids dripping from the gills underneath Give rise to the pilar and the shroud deep beneath Moist from the dew caught in a web glistening The reverberating grating filaments bristling If better trained was I No flower would die With the fatehr's sigh You are all destined to lie Glossy unbroken and sleek, smooth space Obcured naked spored fungals, sporidesmium